Friday, September 26, 2008

England Police

This so cracked me up! Having lived in a town where there were countless bored teenagers, here in England, I so relate to this email. Hope you enjoy! LOL! Brits ROCK!

This is a genuine complaint to Devon & Cornwall Police Force (England) from an angry member of the public. A true email sent to the force, lengthy but brilliantly written....

Dear Sir/Madam/Automated telephone answering service. Having spent the past twenty minutes waiting for someone at Bodmin police station to pick up a telephone I have decided to abandon the idea and try e-mailing you instead. Perhaps you would be so kind as to pass this message on to your colleagues in Bodmin, by means of smoke signal, carrier pigeon or Ouija board. As I'm writing this e-mail there are eleven failed medical experiments (I think you call them youths) in St Mary's Crescent, which is just off St Mary's Road in Bodmin. Six of them seem happy enough to play a game which involves kicking a football against an iron gate with the force of a meteorite. This causes an earth shattering CLANG! which rings throughout the entire building. This game is now in its third week and as I am unsure how the scoring system works, I have no idea if it will end any time soon. The remaining five walking-abortions are happily rummaging through several bags of rubbish and items of furniture that someone has so thoughtfully dumped beside the wheelie bins. One of them has found a saw and is setting about a discarded chair like a beaver on speed I fear that it's only a matter of time before they turn their limited attention to the bottle of Calor gas that is lying on its side between the two bins. If they could be relied on to only blow their own arms and legs off then I would happily leave them to it. I would even go so far as to lend them the matches. Unfortunately they are far more likely to blow up half the street with them and I've just finished decorating the kitchen. What I suggest is this - after replying to this e-mail with worthless assurances that the matter is being looked into and will be dealt with, why not leave it until the one night of the year (probably bath night) when there are no mutants around then drive up the street in a Panda car before doing a three point turn and disappearing again. This will of course serve no other purpose than to remind us what policemen actually look like. I trust that when I take a claw hammer to the skull of one of these throwbacks you'll do me the same courtesy of giving me a four month head start before coming to arrest me. I remain sirs, your obedient servant


  1. Hahaha, that's hilarious. Poor woman.

  2. Maybe they should print that in the Daily Mirror or whatever's the rag of choice in Brittain. ;)

  3. So funny! I think its fabulous writing if nothing else! So creative. I ought to use it as an example of good word choice...hahaha! 7 year olds probably wouldn't find it so funny! :)